...she Looked Like The Sort Of Woman

There Was Some Justice In His Pain

Twelve Thousand Miles Of It, To The Other Side Of The World. And Whether They Came Home Again Or Not, They Would Belong Neither Here, Nor There, For They Would Have Lived On Two Continents And Sampled Two Different Ways Of Life.

When We Press The Thorn To Our Chest We Know, We Understand, And Still We Do It.

Yet There's Something Ominous About Turning Sixty-five. Suddenly Old Age Is Not A Phenomenon Which Will Occur; It Has Occurred.

There Are No Ambitions Noble Enough To Justify Breaking Someone's Heart.